Quinn Price

I was two years old when my mother threw me off her lap and called me "naughty."

I didn't know I'd carry that label for the next forty years—showing up as perfectionism,...

"Hannah Rising," delivers a story that will make readers both laugh and cry as they follow the journey of a woman who loses everything only to discover she never had it in the...

A teacher I respect asked me and the group I was with to start to pay attention to endings, how we manage them, why, and notice and adjustments we want to make. He said it was a fast path to growth.

Endings? Like canceling a once-valued service, blocking a former friend on social media, or dealing with death? Yes, was all he said. Then he asked, what do you notice about the end of a breath? Are you on to the next one, or do you allow that breath to fully expel? Like most of life, I was focused...

There’s a particular kind of pain that doesn’t come from tragedy alone; it comes from arguing with reality. You didn’t ask for the diagnosis. You didn’t request the layoff. You didn’t order the betrayal, the breakup, the public embarrassment, the “We need to talk” that arrives like a wrecking ball at 7:13 p.m. on an ordinary Tuesday.

And yet, there it is. Your hand. Face up. Unapologetic.

Resilience, in the Rise Strong universe, isn’t the glamorous ability to smile through chaos like a...

By Quinn Price

Let's start with an uncomfortable truth: You're holding up lies right now. So am I.

Not little white lies. Not fibs to spare someone's feelings. I'm talking about load-bearing lies, the kind that became part of your internal architecture before you knew better. The ones you picked up in childhood when you needed to make sense of chaos. The ones you absorbed from parents who meant well but passed along their own unexamined beliefs. The ones you downloaded during a weak moment...